Womb to Womb

Womb to womb
The knowledge passes
There is no other way
It could have been

Sisterhood is not a myth
Or if it is it has achieved
Its mythic size and shape
O’er countless generations

In secrets whispered by
Small flickering fires and
Painted on the walls of dark
Caves through the ages

Many of us they reviled
And burned as witches
Frightened by our woman’s
Power and our magic

And even now when we are
At a far remove from caves
Still I teach my daughters
In the ancient secret ways

Men speak of wars and
Weapons and of conquest
But it will be women who
Determine our survival

How Can I Fight Her?

Is this forever lost to me now
This stirring of my senses
A one last reaching out for
Love and for companionship

You see the frost upon the
Branches but you cannot see
That underneath the ground
The roots are vital and alive

Inside myself I am still strong
Creative passionate and wise
I forget how the years have
Left their mark upon me

Why would I think that he might
Choose me when she has her
Youth and her blazing blue eyes
And skin like ivory cream silk

She has one more big strike
Against her from my point of view
She is kind and not just when
It might be noticed and remarked

My womb will never fill another
Cradle while hers could fill his home
I must face facts I’ve done the
Job of Devil’s Advocate too well

I will fade slowly from the picture
Unavailable or double booked
Soon it will not be worth the time and
Eventually they will not think of me

But I will think of them

(The lovely young lady above is a typical Russian Slavic beauty)